Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,39

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“Then, why does it look like there’s more you want to say?”

He leans forward and softly brushes his lips across mine. “There is so much I want to say … to do … but I need to slow myself down. But for now”—he lifts me by the waist until he’s at my entrance, and then he slides me back down his entire length—“I’d like to take you to bed and properly worship your body like I’ve imagined for weeks.”

The seductive, steady roll of his hips could persuade me to do just about anything at the moment. I moan against his plump lips, and he wastes no time in standing with me in his arms and taking me into the bedroom.

18

Jake

Addicted.

In the last eight hours, I’ve had more sex than I’ve had in years, but it hasn’t even begun to scratch the itch I have for Misha.

Not to mention, it’s by far the best sex of my entire life.

Misha was still sleeping when I left to get us coffee, and the alone time is needed to clear my head. It’s been years since I’ve felt this type of connection with someone, and if I’m being honest with myself, it scares me a bit. I’m falling pretty fast for her, definitely faster than I fell for my ex-wife. Maybe it’s because I yearn for that closeness again, for love. But without a doubt, these feelings are fucking intense.

The resort’s small café is just opening for the day when I walk up to the counter. The barista takes my order and wastes no time in making my drinks. I’d hire him in a hot second if he were to walk in my coffeehouse.

“You’re fast. I’m impressed,” I compliment when he slides the two cups across the counter.

“You’re on vacation. You don’t want to spend time waiting for drinks when you could be on the beach.” He chuckles.

“I like the way you think. Do you have a pen or a marker?”

He hands me a Sharpie and watches as I scribble my confession on the lid. When I hand the Sharpie back to him, he tries to conceal a grin.

“Have a good day.”

When I enter our room, much to my surprise, the bed is empty. Misha’s sitting on the balcony, and she is absolutely breathtaking. She’s wearing my shirt from last night, and her hair is in a messy pile on top of her head. I’ll be damned; she looks sexy as fuck. She smiles at me in greeting, and I already have the urge to take her back to bed.

Instead, I lean down and kiss her. “Mornin’.”

She hums at our contact. “Good morning. I missed you in bed.”

“To be honest, I thought I’d be back before you woke up.”

She takes her cup and scoots forward, so I can sit behind her. Then, she leans her back against my chest and wiggles to get comfortable. When she looks down at the lid, her hand covers her mouth to hide a giggle.

I love the way you taste. Everywhere.

“Jake …” Her cheeks are growing pink, but I notice as she presses her thighs together.

Leaning forward, I kiss her neck, and she instantly moves to give me full access.

“I swear, Misha, I feel like I can’t get enough right now.”

“Me too,” she pants.

My hand moves over her smooth knee and nudges her legs apart. Fingers trail up her soft inner thigh, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps. My hand disappears under the shirt when it reaches the apex of her thighs, and a shiver shakes her body against mine.

“You’re teasing me,” she accuses.

“You don’t like to be teased?” I grin against her neck.

She squirms to get my hand closer where she needs it most, and when my thumb brushes against her bare mound, she gasps.

“It’s torture.” A sexy whine passes her lips.

My erection throbs painfully. “What’s torture is you not wearing panties.”

A giggle bubbles from her throat. “Blame Drew. He unpacked all my panties.”

Brushing my thumb along her slit, I find she’s already slick with desire. “Maybe you should thank Drew for giving me convenient access.”

I easily plunge two fingers deep inside her, and her back arches against me as she lets out a loud moan.

“Shh …” I hush against her ear. “We’re on the balcony. Anyone walking by will hear you.”

Her head turns, and she crashes her mouth against mine. She kisses me hungrily as I slide my digits in and out. My thumb circles her clit, and I swallow her whimpers while she